I'm still not sleeping and now I have appeared to have pulled my groin getting off the sofa bed and am considering a walking cane to get me about a bit quicker. Is this trip going to be my last adventure before I take up my lifelong dream of becoming a lawn bowls champion?
Another perfect day greets us as we wake to our 7am alarm and a balmy -3 degree morning. It's time to move out and we pack the cars with all our gear (just fits) and head back to Monarch Crest for a crack at the most technical trail in town. Agate Creek trail. It's a mile further along the crest and this time we smash the climb as we need to be on track to make Palisades Rim Trail before dusk, (turns out we miscalculated our drive time and just got into our Grand Junction house by nightfall).
We are all feeling a lot better as we acclimatize to the Himalayan conditions and we put on the pace and race each other down Agate Creek trail whooping with delight at the high speed rollers that just go on and on and on for a total of 970 metres of descent. OK, it's a little less than what we are used to but this trail seems twice as long. Not many corners, just a bob sled run to nirvana.What an adventure. Alpine ridge into meadow into forest into meadows into icy creek crossings into a what?...A 50 metre climb to the car park...Oh man this is hurting. You can tell that I'm either tired or just getting really fussy about climbing at altitude. Both.
Load up the SUV's, hit the tarmac for a leisurely Mexican lunch at Gunnison and a quick visit to a gun shop just because I'm in the land of the brave.
Palisades Rim trail tomorrow morning then off to Fruita to sample some local technical goodness.